The Countess Wore An L
Chapter Eleven
By Missy

SERIES: Goosebumps!
SUBSERIES: The Countess Wore An L
PART: eleven of eleven parts for this arc
Author: Missy
Email: lasfic@yahoo.com
RATING: PG (For language)
PAIRING(s): L/L; S/C; S/R

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DISCLAIMER: Laverne and Shirley, of course, not my property and belongs to its creators.

CATEGORY: Epic Drama
CANNON/SPOILERS: Pre-Reunion Show Cannon; set five years after the series' conclusion.
FEEDBACK: PLEASE?!
SPOILLER/SUMMARY: Lenny finally graduates, and the gang heads to Poland, where mystery and intrigue await them.
NOTES: The final chapter in the seventh portion to this series. For previous chapters, see the Goosebumps! Section at LAS Fic or The Look.

And yes, I couldn't quite figure out how to spell the name of Lenny's sovereign mini-nation, so I improvise.

The next arc will be entitled "There is no 'I' In Private", and will begin next week!

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"Presenting: The Count and Countess of Kulakowski!"

Laverne swirled onto the dance floor, her arm around Lenny and her head on his shoulder.

"This is perfect, Len."

She felt him smile, "Yeah! Lanie did a good job, didn't she?"

Laverne sighed, "Yeah, I guess I'm gonna have to thank her."

"That'd be nice." A someone tapped him on the shoulder, and they parted.

"Carmine," Laverne smiled, as she was taken into his clumsy embrace. She couldn't help but notice that he stunk like a gin factory. She graciously ignored it, as she carried him through a waltz.

They traded partners again; as she passed Carmine off to Rhonda, she mouthed, "Take care of him!"

Squiggy trod heavily on her toes, staring indiscriminately at her cleavage. "Squig, how's Rhonda?" She asked, and his sour expression made her laugh out loud.

"She keeps puking." He said, "I think it's th' water, but I'm fine." Laverne raised a brow, surprised. She didn't want to imagine that Rhonda was already pregnant.

She danced with her father, and his overprotective guards. She felt a shock of surprise when a familiar hand interrupted her father's dance.

"Fonzie!"

"Hey, DeFazio! Lookin' good!" He tried to hold her to his body, but she maintained a respectful distance as they waltzed.

"Does Len know you're here?" She craned her neck so that she could see around Fonzie's shoulder. Laverne knew that her husband would be jealous, and not the fun kind of jealous. Fortunately, Veenie, with whom he was dancing, preoccupied him.

"Nah." He said, "Me an' Richie're are here on temp Vias. And how could you not invite one of your old best ex-guys?"

"Uh..long story." She smiled.

"Well, I wanted ta give you your present in person. It's more for Lenny, but hey, you already got everything ya need." He handed her an envelope and kissed her on the cheek; a small tingle danced down her spine, one that she recognized but knew lead nowhere. She eventually placed in a pile of gifts being delivered to the honeymoon suite.

The King of Uzbekastan grabbed her and danced her away; eventually, she forgot all about Fonzie's present. Various dignitaries swept her away, through the night.

There was a meal at eight, eight courses; heavy, delicious, filling, and topped by a plumy twelve-layer cake. The media snapped away; there was a brief question-and-answer session before Lanie called for complete silence.

They danced together for a good fifteen minutes, until Lanie informed them that the press wanted a picture of the bride and groom climbing to their honeymoon suite.

Laverne stared in disbelief; the room was at the top of the galley, two steps away from the grand staircase down which they had made their grand entrance. Her guests would be sleeping around them, pressed up against the door like cordwood.

Lenny picked her up from the ground carrying her up the stairs.

"No backin' out now, Vernie." He pointed out.

She smiled, "I don't wanna."

She looked over his shoulder, at her friends. She curled her arm back, tossing her bouquet into the crowd.

The last thing she saw as Lenny carried her over the threshold was Shirley, nuzzling the fragile blossoms.

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